Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Today I felt like starting

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

It Will Get Lighter

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Better Lift

currently

it is hopeful

no longer writing in the third person

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

13, H, grate

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

you cannot feed someone truth

we can only engage in such a way